Lin Weiyang was just about to say, it doesn’t have to be dinner, just sitting together is fine.
Such a small matter as clothing, a few big guys wouldn’t care too much about it.
Before he could speak, Shao Zhiheng stretched an arm over his shoulder, draping it around him.
"Alright, you guys go ahead. I just got back today myself and will have a meal with these two idlers," Shao Zhiheng said with a smile, "I won’t disturb your shopping."
Ji Shaoyang suddenly realized he didn’t even have Lu Wanwan’s current contact information, and quickly elbowed Shao Zhiheng.
Shao Zhiheng immediately let Lin Weiyang go and mouthed, Contact information.
Lin Weiyang tugged at the corner of his mouth; he was just about to ask, it was he who had just stopped him.
"Wanwan, what’s your phone number now? I’ll call you for a meal when you have time."
Lu Wanwan took a few steps, then turned her head and smiled, "I probably won’t stay for many days, and I don’t really use my mobile number."
This was already quite a direct rejection, even Lin Weiyang felt a bit regretful.
"Wait, Wanwan," Shao Zhiheng thickened his skin, the smile curling at his lips was a bit forced, "I... I’m getting married, what about coming for the wedding feast?"
Surprise indeed appeared on Lu Wanwan’s face, obviously hearing this for the first time.
Shao Zhiheng felt a bit of bitterness inside, it seemed that whatever he had said, Xu Yuan no longer cared.
Even her closest friend wasn’t aware of it.
"Early next month," Shao Zhiheng glanced out of the corner of his eye towards the direction of the glass window, "Don’t worry, it’ll be a small one. I’ll send you an invitation then."
"Do you think it’s okay to invite me ?"
Shao Zhiheng raised his eyebrows, "Are you worried?"
"You invite me, but not Xu Yuan, that’s hard to justify. If you invite Xu Yuan, I don’t know if she will come, but if she does, what will your bride think?"
Shao Zhiheng sighed in relief; thankfully, she wasn’t worried about seeing Gu Annan.
"Ask her, I sincerely invite you. The last request," he said with increased earnestness, "really, the last one."
Lu Wanwan finally nodded, "Okay."
After Lu Wanwan went inside, Shao Zhiheng seemed a bit lost.
The last request, indeed.
On reflection, if he really did get married, he really wouldn’t use his married status to bother her again.
"To create a chance for the next Lu Wanwan to appear, you’re quite ruthless," Ji Shaoyang said, sensing some sourness in his tone earlier.
"Just pretending," he immediately reverted to his aloof demeanor.
"Really? Isn’t your wedding scheduled for the month after next? You just moved it up a month," Lin Weiyang was skeptical, "So what you just said, was it true or not."
"Damn it," Shao Zhiheng was about to curse, and immediately pulled out his phone, "I remembered the wrong time, I’m supposed to get married the month after next? I’ll get them to change the timing."
Ji Shaoyang: "..." How reluctant he was to get married, someone about to wed, and he even forgot the time.
He didn’t mention a specific day when he said the beginning of the month, probably because he also didn’t remember the date.
"Brother Annan is almost here," Lin Weiyang checked his phone.
"Let’s leave," Lu Wanwan said as she walked in, picked up her bag, and reminded her, "Stop looking at your phone and pay the bill."
Xu Yuan looked up, "So rushed, I haven’t even eaten enough. I haven’t yet picked something to pack for Little Naibao."
"Bring something else, Shao Zhiheng and they are here," she explained lightly, and called over the waitress to pay the bill, "I’m going to buy a shirt, this won’t wash off."
Xu Yuan clenched her fist; if this was still an accident, a coincidence, then it was really something else.